


In a garden of flowers,

by Ear_monstrosities



Series: Enchante [1]
Category: Pitch Perfect (Movies)
Genre: F/F, They meet on tinder and fall in love, Tinder, bechloe - Freeform, fluff fluff fluff, the one Beca drives to see Chloe in the middle of the night
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-02-12
Updated: 2020-02-12
Packaged: 2021-02-27 20:55:11
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,834
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22672138
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Ear_monstrosities/pseuds/Ear_monstrosities
Summary: Beca and Chloe meet on Tinder.Beca’s openly gay, and Chloe isn’t.
Relationships: Ashley Jones/Jessica Smith, Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell
Series: Enchante [1]
Series URL: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1631011
Comments: 11
Kudos: 74





	In a garden of flowers,

Chloe’s 20 years old, a Pre-Veterinary medicine student at Barden University. She grew up in a very catholic home, went to an all-girls catholic high school and she was the typical conservative girl. That was, until she went to college and discovered that she was in fact, gay. All her close friends knew about it but her family didn’t, with the fear of being cut off from her trust find and her college tuition was funded by her parents. 

Her friends jokingly make a Tinder account for her,telling her that she needs to be gay-er. She created this account a few days ago, but now, she’s finally going through the process of looking at her options. She keeps being super picky, reading each and every word ofany girl she thought was cute, but eventually swiping left, making her friends impatient and annoyed. 

She’s about to give up and close the app when a brunette with piercing grey-blue eyes catches her attention on the screen. She doesn’t even read her profile before she’s swiping right and her friends are cheering. “It’s a match!”pops up on the screen and Chloe finds herself cheering with her friends around her. 

She looks at her bio, simple and mysterious. 

“Beca, 19 DJ, Nashville TN”

It’s not much. 

It’s barely anything.But Chloe has faith. 

She texts a simple, “Hi” not knowing what else to say and she closes the app, cheeks turning red. 

“Happy now?” She rolls her eyes at the girls around her. 

“Oh my god yesssss!! Chlo, I’m so proud of you!” Aubrey squeals as she hugs her. 

“Nice choice.” Ashley giggles, adding onto the hug. 

“Now we wait for her to reply. It took two weeks for Ash to text back. I mean we literally see each other every day and she didn’t even look at her app for such a long time. I swear we could’ve started dating sooner. But I forgive you babe. “ Jessica says to Ashley as she joins the group hug and kisses her girlfriend on the cheek. 

So Chloe, Aubrey, Jessica, and Ashley had all found each other when they started Barden in the fall, and Jessica and Ashley “met” on a dating app one day and then the rest is history. They both didn’t realize each other as potential lovers until then. They’d started dating in the end of fall semester and had been together for almost 2 years now. 

“You two are so weird.” Chloe chuckles. “Now let go of me so I can breathe.”

* * *

Beca’s 19 years old, and she DJs at the local clubs and bars while she aspires to be a big-hit producer in the music city, Nashville Tennessee. She’s now working part-time at Residual Heat Nashville office, where all she basically does is coffee runs and the lunch runs. She doesn’t see a future there but what else does she have? DJ-ing sadly doesn’t pay the bills and she thinks she just might have to be a food and coffee delivery girl for another few years until someone finds her from the crowd. 

She lives just off the campus of Vanderbilt University with her best friend Stacie Conrad, who goes to Vanderbilt and is a Pre-Med major with a full ride scholarship. They’ve known each other since middle school, when they found themselves in a music class together. And since Stacie had been living in Tennessee for a year before Beca got her job, it was only natural for them to live together, since their weird friendship was so strong. 

Beca liked living with Stacie, the rent was cheaper than most apartments in Nashville since they were splitting it, and the only con to living with Staciewas that Stacie didn’t have a filter for any kind of sexual subject, and that the future doctor would bring home guys and girls for “casual” hookups. But it was okay, the moaning sounds were no sound a pair of headphones could block. Well, only there was that one time... but thats another story for another time. 

She’s been openly gay since her sophomore year in high school but is currently single.She’s had girls friends here and there, but she somehow had a issue with committing to them. Not that she didn’t like them, she would just get scared and back-off as soon as she felt some kind of “feelings” for the other girl. That was probably because her father had left her mom when she was 12. She couldn’t open her heart to love, and trust someone before getting her heart shattered into a million pieces. Her parents said it was okay, that they weren’t going to split up, but on one Thursday when beca was in 5th grade, Beca had gotten home from school to find the house weirdly empty, and her mother crying in the kitchen. Her dad had left. Packed all his things and left. It just broke her and now she finds herself at 19 years old, with severe trust issues. 

She created a Tinder account just because Stacie had been bugging her for so long to make one, and she also promised Taco-bell this time if she even swiped right on at least one girl, so she’s now been swiping left for the past ten minutes, while the taller brunette watches her. 

“God Beca, you’re gonna run out of girls. I said to swipe right. Not keep swiping left until you hit the end of the list. Ooh! What about.....! Ugh... never mind....”She mumbles as Beca keeps scrolling. 

Beca keeps swiping and then, she stops.

Her eyes are glues to the picture of a redhead on the screen. 

She has long auburn locks with beautiful baby blue eyes.

“Chloe, 21 People lover, animal lover, Pre-Vet, Atlanta GA” 

“Wow...”Beca mutters as her mouth goes dry. 

She then slowly swipes right on the ginger. Sadly, there’s nothing popping up on the screen except the next girl. 

“Not a match yet.. but, you do owe me Taco-bell now. She looks too damn pretty to be real.” She says as she closes the app and gets up from their couch. 

“Fineeeee, lets go then, my treat.” Stacie says as she gets up from the couch as well and grabs her bag along with the car keys. 

It takes a few days for Beca to get a new notification on her abandoned Tinder app, but when she does, its a message from the ginger she swiped right on a few days ago. It’s almost 12am when Beca gets the notification. 

“Hi.” The simple message says and Beca doesn’t hesitate to reply back.

“Hello.” She texts, then closing the app again, shutting the phone off before its lighting up again with a new notification. 

“Hi! I’m Chloe. We matched and I thought I’d say Hi. :)”

A few seconds later, a message follows.

“And I also think ur profile pic is cute. :)”

“I’m Beca. Thank you. you’re pretty gorgeous yourself.”

Beca smiles and waits for the next text. 

“Why r u on Tinder?”

She snickers and types out a cocky reply. 

“To get you off of it.  😏😏 ”

She presses send, and soon regrets it, because the messages stop for a while. 

“Shit, that makes me sound super arrogant and cocky.”She groans, mentally slaps herself for making such a stupid move, shuts her phone, and goes to get a beer and her laptop. 

If she was going to be awake all night, waiting for a reply she didn’t know she’d get or not, she had to get some work done. Didn’t she?

As soon as she settles down on the couch, her phone screen lights up again. 

“Haha. Are you a catfish? Is that one of your tactics? Sorry I didn’t reply sooner, my foster kitten was meowing for no reason. Had to go check on her. “

God, finally a reply. This Chloe girl didn’t think she was a complete weirdo if she replied. Or did she think that Beca was a full-on psycho?

“Yeah. I’m actually a 19 year old wannabe DJ. Are you sure you aren’t a catfish yourself??”

“I’m actually a creepy 40 year old dude who likes to talk with young girls on tinder. ;)” A selfie of the ginger pops up on the screen a few seconds later and Beca stares at it for a while, mesmerized by her beauty. 

“Damn.....”

“God, you look so beautiful, are you even real?”She types out, snapping a selfie and sending one back as well. 

“You’re not so bad yourself, are YOU real?  😍 ” Chloe texts back.

“Hey Bec? You wanna go get some.... oh never mind, who the fuck are you texting that has you literally drooling on your phone?” Stacie teases as she plops down next to her.

“None of your beeswax Conrad.”

“It is my beeswax. Oh my god! A-Are you texting that cute redhead on Tinder? Oh my god! You so ARE!!! Beca!! I’m so freaking proud of you!!!!” Stacie hugs the petite brunette and smothers her with her boobs. 

“You wanna call?” 

Beca doesn’t notice this text because on the brunette in her face. More like, the brunette’s boobs in her face. 

“Too fast? It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

She sees the second text and immediately panics. 

“God you made her think that she scared me away. Fuck you.”Beca looks at the messages and replies quickly as she mumbles to herself. 

“Sure.” She replies and Chloe’s number follows the text and Beca immediately finds herself dialing the number and calling. 

“Hello? Beca?” An angelic voice picks up, making Beca’s heart jump. 

“H-hi. Chloe. Your-you’re real. “She chuckles nervously as she holds her phone on her ear with her shaky hand. 

“Of corse. Too bad I’m not a 40 year old dude. “She giggles back and its music to Beca’s ears. 

“And I’m not a creepy dude either. “ 

“Well, we’ll never know until we meet. “Chloe replies as she yawns. “Come over. I’ll text you my address.” She says as she wold say to any other person, any other day. 

“But is past midnight. Are you drunk or something?” Beca chuckles as she looks at the clock on her bedroom wall. 

“Yeah sure. I have maybe a bottle of beer in my system, but no not really. Well, tomorrow’s a Saturday, and I thought we’ll be able to talk in person.”

“You know I could literally be a psychopath killer right?” Beca asks as she finds herself getting up from the couch, going to her room and getting changed into some sweatpants and a T-shirt instead of an old oversized shirt. 

“But you’re not. Right?” Chloe giggles back. 

“Yeah. Good point. I’m bringing some beer. I’ll call you when I get there. Bye. “ Beca says as she grabs her bag, her keys, wallet and some beer from the fridge. 

“Okay. Bye.I’m so excited!!” The girl shrieks as she hangs up the phone. 

Stacie’s out tonight to who knows what, and Beca wouldn’t be doing this if she were here. She makes sure she locks the door before she gets into her car and looks at the address that the ginger had now sent to her phone number. 

She punches the information into her GPS and then first makes her way to the gas station first to get some gas and a bottle of and energy drink. She was sure going to need it if she was driving down to Atlanta Georgia. 

What the fuck was she doing?

She knew how dangerous this could be, she could be dead by Saturday morning. But she trusted her instincts and started driving, making her way to the ginger. 

The first hour is okay, she doesn’t need the energy drink yet. 

The second hour, fatigue sets in and she finds herself pull over to drink the energy drink, and to call Chloe. 

“Hey. Where are you right now?” The girl asks as she yawns. 

“Ummmmm..... I’m around Manchester right now.I just started getting tired so I’m having my energy drink which tastes disgusting.And also some trail mix. Did I wake you? “

“No you’re okay sweetie. Do you want me to stay on the phone with you for a while? If that helps.” She says as Beca gets ready to get back on the road. 

“I think I’m okay for a while. I’ll call you againwhen I’m closer? Don’t wanna run out of things to talk about when I get there.”Beca jokes as she starts driving again. 

“Okay. Be safe. Okay?” 

“Okay.” 

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

The call ends and Beca turns on her playlist, singing along to it as she keeps driving. 

She’s been driving for about 3 hours when she gets a call from Chloe again. 

“Hey. You still awake?” 

“Yep. I’ve gone through my playlist twice now and I’m getting bored.” She chuckles and then yawns. 

“What’s your ETA?” Chloe asks as she catches the yawn and yawns. 

“4:17. But I think it’ll be much earlier since the road is basically empty.” She says as she takes a sip from her water bottle. 

“Okay. You hungry? I’m in the mood for cookies right now and I can make you a batch of chocolate chip cookies if you want. I’m just too excited that you’re coming and I cant fall asleep. “She chuckles. “I’ve now done the laundry and vacuumed my whole apartment.” 

“Wow. Take it easy tiger. “She jokes. “Sure I’d love to have some cookies. I’m starving. I think I’m going to stop by a TacoBell before I get to your house. “She says to the ginger. 

“Ooh. Can you get me some?? I want a burrito!” The ginger exclaims and Beca gets lost into the ginger’s angelic voice. 

“Yeah. I can. I’ll call you when I get closer. Okay?”

“Yeah. Thank youuuu! I’m so excited!”

“Me too. “The brunette snickers and ends the call.

* * *

Chloe goes to the kitchen as she hums happily and gets the ingredients from her cupboards. Her friends had left at around 11:30, a few minutes before she got the reply from Beca and it was now 3:13, and she couldn’t believe that Beca was going to be here in just an hours or so. She was being cookies for a girl she barely knew and she thought that she was kind of crazy but she was just too excited to care about that. 

She stirs the powder ingredients, adds the white sugar and the brown sugar into the bowl and then the liquid ingredients, mixes it all in and then gets all the baking pans ready. 

She puts the batter onto the pan and puts it in the oven to bake. 

Her favorite playlist was Taylor Swift’s Lover, ever since it came out, and she’s now humming along to Lover right now. 

She washes all the bowls, spatulas, and the cups, while she waits for the cookies to finish. 

It’s 3:57 and she’s halfway through You Need To Calm Down when she gets a call from Beca. 

“Hey, I’m at the TacoBell that I think is near your apartment. You want the grilled stuff burrito. Right?” She asks the ginger. 

“Umm.... yep. I don’t need a drink. “She says to the other end of the phone. 

“Okay. “

“The cookies are almost ready.” Chloe says as she looks at the cooking timer. 

“Thank youuu. I’m sure it’ll be great. I’ll see you soon?” Beca says back to the ginger. 

“Okay. “The ginger grins really big, and her heart starts to pound. 

Beca’s really coming over. 

It’s probably the craziest thing she’s doing. 

But she doesn’t care. 

She’s super excited.

* * *

Beca’s heart races as she arrives at her destination.She pulls out her phone and she wanders her thumb over Chloe’s phone number. She taps on the number and she places her phone on her ear. 

“Hey.”

“Hi. I just got here.”

“Okay. I’ll be right out.”

“Thanks. Bye. “

“Bye.” Beca ends the call and opens the window and looks for the ginger to come out. 

A few seconds later, a ginger in light blue shorts and a college tee comes from one of the apartments. She jumps up and down, waving her arms and trying to draw attention to herself. 

“Park here Beca!!” She says in a controlled tone and Beca drives slowly to her and parks in the driveway that the ginger tells her to. 

“Oh my god Beca!! Hi!! I can’t believe that you’re here!!” She says and runs up to her and hugs the brunette. She smells like vanilla and roses and Beca’s heart beats faster, and she even worries if Chloe can hear.

“Hi. I cant believe I’m here either.” She chuckles as she wraps her arm around the redhead and the lets go, looking at her. 

* * *

Chloe shivers from the slight night breeze, but also at the sight of the woman in front of her. 

She’s wearing some sweatpants that are rolled at the ankle, and wearing Jordans, and a white tee shirt that shows just the right amount of skin on her neck, and is fitted nicely on the brunette. Her hair is long, just below her chest and is in messy, but beautiful loses curls. She takes up her hair to get it out of the way, and Chloe just gleams at the gorgeous girl. 

“Um.... are we gonna go in... or....”The brunette says, and it jumps Chloe back to reality. 

Had she been caught staring? 

“Oh yeah. Sorry. Um, do you need help carrying anything?”She asks the brunette who has a duffle, a thing of beer, and the bag from TacoBell in her hand. 

“Er.... can you take the tacos?” She gives the bag to Chloe and she takes it, nodding and smiling, and walks to the direction of her apartment entrance. 

They enter the apartment, Chloe holding the door for the other girl, and she then sashays over to her room. 

“You can put your stuff here. I have cookies ready, and we can have drinks, and tacos.” She says in a sing-song tone, and exits the room to go to the living room/kitchen. 

* * *

Chloe’s room is well, oh-so-Chloe. She barely knows this girl, but her room explains her personality in so many ways, the queen sized bed with a light turquoise comforter, a fluffy white throw at the foot of the bed, and so so many pillows. There are polaroids on the wall, pinned onto the string of fairy lights. 

“Beca?” A voice calls from the other room, the room she came through when she first entered the house.

“I’ll be right there.” She says back, puts her stuff on the floor in the corner of Chloe’s room, and goes to the area where Chloe is. She puts the beer on the counter next to where Chloe had placed the TacoBell bag. 

“I’m pretty hungry and could use a late night snack. “Chloe says as she lifts herself up to sit on the kitchen counter.Beca opts for the stool that’s placed at the counter. 

“Here ya go. “Beca opens the bag of tacos and hands Chloe her meal, and then grabs hers out of the paper bag. 

“Thank you. “She takes the wrapped burrito, and slides the plate of cookies closer to their area. 

“Oh my god. They smell amazing. “Beca says grabbing one and taking a bite. “...and they taste amazing as well.” She smiles, taking another bite from the chewy deliciousness. 

“Glad you like it. “The ginger chuckles, unwrapping the burrito and having some of it and groans. “Ugh... so good...”

They finish their tacos and burritos, and take their cookies to Chloe’s room. They sit on her bed, and start talking.

“So, tell me a bit about yourself. Anything. Something.” Chloe says as she makes herself comfortable on her bed. 

“Um...” The brunette adjusts her posture as well as she thinks. “There’s really not much to know about me. I mean, look at me...” She nervously chuckles trying to avoid answering. 

Suddenly, everything stops, and Chloe’s baby blue eyes are looking directly into her eyes. 

And god. 

They’re so blue. 

“...what are you... er... doing?” She stumbles through her words, mesmerized by the redheads gorgeous eyes. 

“I’m looking at you. You told me to. Didn’t you? You know, you’re really beautiful Beca.” Chloe smiles, and Beca feels her face warming up. 

“I think there’s a lot to know about you. You make music, don’t you?” 

“Yeah.”

“What made you want to make music? Who was your inspiration?” Chloe innocently asks her.

“Um...”She takes a breath. “My mom. I was 12 years old when I lost her to cancer...” She pauses, looking at the ginger. Usually, people would stop her and say, ‘Oh I’m so sorry...’ or ‘Oh my dog died too. It was so sad.’ Or something like that, but she’s different. Chloe looks at her with the most supportive look, and that allows Beca to continue. “She was the one who taught me piano, introduced me to music, writing. Writing poems actually, and she’d help me put a melody on that poem. And I stopped writing songs after she died but I could never really give up on music. Thats why I make mixes now,.... and now I’m rambling. I’m sorry..” She rakes her hair up.

“No. Thank you. For sharing that to me. And I’m sorry your mom passed, I can’t imagine how hard it is to lose a parent.” Chloe says with sincerity. 

“Thanks.” Pause. “I would like to know more about you. If thats okay.”

“Yeah. Um, what do you want to know? You gotta choose because if you don’t, I’m just going to go on forever. I wont ever stop.” She chuckles. 

“Sure. Tell me everything. I’m sure we have enough time, and I’d love to know more about you.” Beca says taking a cookie and taking a bite. “Besides the fact that you’re an amazing cookie maker, and as crazy as I am to invite a tinder match to her house. Don’t worry, I’m equally crazy for actually driving here.” She chuckles as she looks at Chloe. 

“Well, I have three older brothers and a older sister, and I’m the only ginger besides my mom.I’m the baby of the family.” She says as she grabs her phone from beside her and finds a picture. “So, this is my dad, Christopher, besides him is my mom, Grace. This is Genevieve, my oldest sister. She’s a teacher. Thats my oldest brother Nicholas, we call him Nico and he’s an architect. These are the twins, Camden and Greyson. Camden’s a doctor and Greyson’s a architect with Nico.” She takes a breath. “My Dad’s a architect as well and my Mom’s a nurse. I grew up in Tennessee and decided to go o school in Georgia. And now, here I am. With you. “ She smiles, taking her hand and running her thumb across her hand. “And I’m so glad you’re here. “ She says to her as she looks into her eyes. 

And the silence that fills Chloe’s room feels almost too natural. Like they’ve been here for months, even years. 

And Beca completely feels herself falling. 

Just then, Chloe’s body shifts on the mattress, and moves to lean on her shoulder. Chloe’s head fits right on Beca’s shoulder, and she can feel the gentle breathing of the ginger. 

“What does this tattoo mean? Ce ne....”

“Ce n'est pas moi.”

“What does that mean?”The ginger asks as she runs her finger across the inked art. 

“It’s not me.” 

“What’s not you?”

“A lot of things.” She chuckles a bit. “When my parents got divorced, I was 10, then my mom died almost two years later, my dad got remarried when I was 13.”

“But none of that could ever be your fault Bec...”

“Yeah. Now I know that. But when I was younger, I used to blame myself for all of it. My parents divorced because they didn’t love each other anymore, and my mom died of cancer, and my dad got remarried because it was what was best for him. I thought that maybe if I was better, none of that would have happened. That if I was better, mom and dad would have never broken up, and she would of never had cancer, and then my dad wouldn’t have found someone new. “She strokes her own hand against the tattoo. 

“But all the things happened for a reason, and it wasn’t because of me. I decided to get this tattoo in French because well, kinda weird, but, because my stepmom is part French. It was kind of a nod to her. Even though I was such a bitchy kid, she accepted me, and loved me. Even when I didn’t love her. She’s helped me a lot, and I guess I’ve just gotten close to her in the process. We have this weird, but close relationship that no one else understands. So when I turned 18, I decided to get a tattoo to remind myself.”

The ginger just looks at her and smiles. 

It’s weird that you can feel just how supportive she is, just by looking at her. 

“Sorry... I was going on and on.. I spoke too much, didn’t I?” Beca opens her mouth again apologetically. 

“Beca. There’s nothing you need to be sorry about. I’m so happy you let me in and shared your story with me.” She smiles, looking up at her again.

“You know, I could probably use some sleep. It’s 7 in the morning and I have a feeling that it’s past both our usual bedtimes.” She giggles softly. 

The brunette just nods and shifts her toro, so Chloe an grab the comforter from under them. She lifts it just enough for the two to get under, and naturally, Chloe wraps her arms around Beca from behind. 

And they’re definitely cuddling, spooning. To be exact. 

“Goodnight Bec.” 

“Good night Chlo.” 

And just like that, they already have nicknames for each other. 

* * *

Chloe wakes up a few hours later, 1:38pm, to be exact, and she looks at the brunette sleeping in her arms. 

Beca. 

The girl she just met, 10 hours ago. 

The girl she started talking to, just 13 hours ago. 

She absentmindedly combs her fingers through the brunette’s luscious locks, and watches her shoulder rise and fall, to the rhythm of her breathing. 

Chloe’s always been the kind of girl that falls in love so easily, her mom had always been worried about how her daughter’s heart would be broken so many times, by so many boys. 

It wasn’t Chloe’s fault that she fell so easily, and this time, it was for a girl. 

She’s positive shes never felt this way before.

Beca’s eyes flutter, and she wakes, still a bit dazed from her slumber.

“Mom....?” The brunette mumbles, twisting to see that it was the ginger that’d been stroking her hair. 

The ginger’s comfortable hand quickly evacuates from her scalp. 

“I’m sorry.... It’s me.” She says with an apologetic look. 

“No its fine. I just got confused. I-I was half asleep. My mom used to stroke my hair like that. I used to love it.”

“Oh....”

Awkward silence fills the room. 

“I’m sorry. I- just..”

“No I’m sorry.”

“No I liked it. It was comfortable. Kinda reminded me about when she’d wake me up like that.” Beca smiles, and she sighs in relief. 

“Do you want some uhh... breakfast? Or lunch? I have some waffles and eggs i can make for us if thats okay.”Chloe says sitting up. 

Beca’s stomach growls. 

“I take that as a yes.” Chloe giggles and gets up from the bed, and makes the path to the kitchen. 

Beca follows her, watching as she dances around the kitchen.

“I could get used to this....”She thinks to herself. 

“Could I help you with anything?” She asks Chloe.

“Um... could you make the coffee? The filter is in the cabinet over there as well as the beans.”She says to Beca as she closes the waffle maker and the batter sizzles.

“Yeah sure. “She says getting all the necessities from the cabinet and starting her task. 

“Thanks.” Chloe says as Beca finishes the process. 

The brunette sits on the kitchen counter stool and watches her. 

It’s so natural, how she feels her and Beca fit like a puzzle piece. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Chloe asks the brunette whose now been staring at her for a while. 

“N-nothing really.....”The girl panicky and then mumbles something that soundslike, “JustabouthowIcouldgetusedtothis.”and then blushes. 

“Me too.” She finds herself replying. “Me too Beca.” She smiles. “I could get used to this too. I just thought the same thing this morning, and when we came into the kitchen, when we talked last night. “

It’s okay. 

It’s more than okay. 

It’s amazing. 

Because she could really get used to this. 

How much she already feels used to this. 

Like shes always been this way. 

**Author's Note:**

> This is probably the longest work I’ve ever worked on. Like super long. Ive been working of it since maybe November of last year?? Idk. There’s more to come, but I don’t know how soon. Stay tuned!


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